By Fadi Abu Deeb

(From “Prayers of a Syrian Gnostic”)

She said:

I cry when you utter
even a single word,
For the ruins of the primordial world
Appear in your eyes.

I cry because you’re such a child
who tells superstitions and fables.

I weep because of you, and for you

You are a stranger

poor

semi-paralyzed

naive

blind

I love you!